"And that." Hartman added, hand dropping to her own side. "Is why it's a darn miracle you're still alive."
She surfaced again, grey weapon in hand. A short, stubby thing, the CC/B7 Pistol was not designed for looks. Shorter than most conventional laser pistols, the barrel was little more than a wide hole in the centre of the metal block. The Pistol was a boarding weapon, firing a series of tightly packed pellets at high speed. Harmless to the armoured interior of a star ship and terribly short-ranged, but utterly deadly for any unarmoured infantry unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end. It was the favoured side arm of the Liberty Marine's 'Hostile Environment Teams' for a good reason, and it was pointing directly at Sius' skull.
"Honour's all well and good, hun. But foolishness'll just get you killed. I could have been anyone. Any number of folk out there who'd try and pull you into somethin' like this. And you just palmed off your weapon."
"You've got guts." The so-called terrorist lowered her weapon, placing it on the table next to his. "And you're lucky."
For the first time that night, she seemed to relax. The Xeno took a sip of the wine, eying the beverage as though it were a venomous snake. Her eyes widened in shock, cheeks protruding like a small child with a note. She made a few frantic gestures and near ran from the table, bowling over a surprised patron in her haste. She'd disappeared into a room marked 'Ladies' before the astounded man had time to react. A few moments later, she returned, looking substantially less frazzled.
"Exotic you reckon?" Jane's face displayed her opinion of the wine perfectly clearly. Gingerly, she returned the glass to its coaster. Returning to business for a moment, she faced Remus seriously, the smile (almost) wiped from her lips.
"And the Navy lets you administer your 'Freedom and Justice,' freely and without compromise?" She queried, the hint of amusement still lingering on her features.
